TW: Brief mentions of self harm scars, and abuse.
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The ride up to the station was silent, and not a comfortable silence. The officer with the pink hair kept glaring at Tom through the rear view mirror ever so often. Whenever Tommy caught the man in question, he would just return to looking at the street.
"This guys weird as shit." Tom thought.
"So your Wilbur's brother?"
The sudden noise startled Tommy. The guy with the braid was looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"Aren't you guys like not allowed to talk to me or whatever?" Tommy asked looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Not really." The pink haired man said. "So, are you Wilbur's brother?"
"I mean... yeah." Tom said, looking at his feet. "But not legally. He just kinda.. took me under his wing I guess? Wait how do you know Wil?"
"He was one of my assigned juveniles." He said nonchalantly. "I remember when I had to escort him. He's a lot like you."
Tommy frowned a bit, and looked at his damaged jeans that had an array of stains on it. Do I want to be like Wilbur?
"Can you tell me more about him?" Tom asked, his voice sounding small.
"What?"
"Can you tell me more about Wil? Back when he was.. sane?"
"Uhm sure." He said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
"Wilbur was.. surprisingly sweet. When I heard about his case, i cant lie, I was a bit intimidated. But when he got into my backseat he just looked.. im not sure how to put it."
Tommy sighed. "Its fine."
"Uhm, but other than that.." The cop spoke, looking worried?" he was just kind of a dork. Sweet, sure, but a dork."
Tommy smiled a tiny bit at the officers quip. But the smile didn't last long.
"He didn't lash out at me or anything. He felt kind of like a old friend, y'know? When he left uhm.. I was a bit upset. I knew I shouldn't have been, because.. you don't want to be in juvy. No one wants to be stuck in prison. I guess I was just being selfish."
The silence on the car returned with vengeance.
"What's your name?" Tommy asked the cop.
"It's Technoblade. Officer Blade to you." He joked.
"Im Tom, or Tommy." He said, smiling a bit.
"Nice to meet you Tom.."
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When they finally arrived at the prison, Tom had a horrible feeling in his stomach. I guess he just didn't think about what was going on until he actually got there. Tommy gulped as he stared out the window, looking at the barbed wire fence, and the huge brick building.
Officer Blade was talking to a person at the gate. Tom couldn't hear what they were saying, but he kept looking back at Tommy with guilt in his eyes.
"Well here it is," Blade said when he was done chatting. "Home sweet home."
Tommy was panicking a lot now. His mouth was dry, and he was sweating quite a lot.
"Hey." Techno said, staring back at Tom. "It'll be okay."
Techno was pretty shit at comforting people.
When the police car finally stopped, Tech got out and grabbed Tommy by his shoulders. Tom stepped out of the car and was rushed inside of the building. Techno dragged him into a room, a sat him down onto a chair.
"Let me give you a bit of a play by play of what's about to happen." Techno said. "I just called in another officer. He will be your assigned officer, meaning he will watch over you, pretty much 24/7."
"He's going to come in, search you for any personal items, then ask you a series of questions. He will most likely ask you about your house, family, and any other personal things. Then you'll be assigned a number, and he'll tell you your release date. He'll ask you about phone calls, and ask you to write a list of who your calling."
"Then he'll take you to one of our doctors or nurses. They'll ask you about any medications your on, and about if you have physical and mental illnesses. If you feel anxious or worried, ask your guard about the prison chaplain."
"Then once that's all over, he'll offer you a shower, and then show you your cell. Because its your first night here, you will probably share a cell."
Tommy blinked his eyes. "Sorry what?"
"Are you not going to be my assigned guard?" Tom asked, a little bit upset.
"I'm not sure yet." Techno admitted.
Then they both heard a card swipe and a buzz. Then the door opened to reveal another man in a uniform.
He was tall with brown hair and weird-ass beard thing. It looked like two caterpillars were just glued to his face.
"Meet Officer Schlatt. He'll be your lieutenant."
Officer Schlatt offered his hand to Tom. When they shook hands, Schlatt grinned at Tom.
"Nice to meet you, shall we get started then?"
Tommy hesitated before he nodded his head.
Techno got up and waved goodbye to Tom. Now it was just him and this Schlatt guy in a room. He felt a little tiny bit intimidated. It also irked him how weirdly similar he looked to Wilbur.
"Alright Tom," Schlatt said, his New York accent very prominent. "do you have any personal belongings on you at all?"
Tommy shook his head no.
"Okay, do you mind if I do a quick pat down just to see?" Schlatt asked
Tommy agreed, and then stood up from where he has sitting.
"Oh, before I check you, I need to take your cuffs off." He said, going behind Tommy and unlocked the handcuffs. He noticed the scars on Tommy's wrists, but decided to ignore them.
After Schlatt patted him down, he gave Tommy an orange jumpsuit with the number 494 on it, and some ugly shoes.
When he changed, Schlatt told him to take a seat.
"Okay, so before I can bring you to your cell, I have to ask you some questions." Schlatt spoke, he had a clipboard in hand and a pen in the other.
Tom nodded his head and stared at his feet.
"Okay number one," Schlatt said checking something off on his clipboard. "Where do you live?"
"I don't know." Tommy mumbled.
"What was that?" Schlatt asked.
"I said I don't know where I live." Tommy said loudly as he glared at Schlatt. He didn't like this prick.
"Well do you have anyone I could call to get an address?" Schlatt said, narrowing his eyes at Tommy.
"No.." Tommy lied.
"Listen kid, im trying to help you here!" Schlatt announced. "If you cant give me anything, i cant help you!"
"Fine! God.." Tommy really didn't like this fucking prick. "Well you could call my brother Wilbur.."
"Wait. Wilbur? As in THE Wilbur?" Schlatt questioned.
Tommy just scoffed, of course.
"Yes "THE Wilbur," Tommy mimicked. "And I do know where I live, if I tell you will you shut the fuck up!?"
"Hey buddy, thats no way to speak to your lieutenant." Schlatt said, staring into Tommy's soul.
"Fine.. whatever." Tommy folded his arms.
"So normally with these situations.." Schlatt continued. "You'd tell us your address, and we'd send officers there to inform your parents. But considering that you don't have parents, and your whole cartel is behind bars, I don't have to do that! Thanks kid."
What's with all these officers and being fucking weirdos?!
"Anyways.. next question-
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I want to thank you guys again for the support, like I really actually appreciate you. Also this chapter was kinda boring, so im sorry about that. I should have another chapter out soon, hopefully by the end of January. Thank you all for reading, I appreciate it. 💕